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No one expects the Zombie plague. Sixteen year old Emma Rogers is happy being a straight A student and editor of the school paper. But after staying late to put the paper to bed, she emerges from the classroom to a different world. Now she's on the run with the high school jock she loved to hate and the nerdy Boy Scout who hates that he loves her, on a cross city run to find her parents and safety at home. Cops have gone rogue, the military is no help and all she can rely on is a lacrosse player and a geek to keep her alive. Set in the world of Battlefield Z and touching characters from the 9 book series, GONE DARK is the first book in a trilogy introducing new characters trying to stay alive after a zombie apocalypse as turned the world into a post apocalyptic wasteland. Fans of Battlefield Z and the Walking Dead will love Emma, Steve and Bob as they fight their way through the undead walkers on a search for someplace safe to survive. Grab your copy now. I post on Blo

HEADSHOTS a Battlefield Z series Ben Taylor stood on the grassy knoll a couple hundred yards from the Dallas Book Depository and stared at the road below him. He wondered how JFK would have dealt with zombies. The spot of one of America’s downfalls was a tourist trap now.  At least it had been up until the Z plague swept the nation. Taylor had thought about making for one of the Coasts and the proposed border walls before they sealed off the interior of the country in an attempt to contain the spread. He didn’t know if it worked. He got on the front of a government bus that was supposed to carry refugees to the wall. Someone turned Z on the bus before they got outside of Rockwall and Taylor escaped out of the back. Emergency exit indeed. “You got any movement?” A man squatted next to him on the knoll.  Rat. That was his name, or at least how he introduced himself. “Call me Rat,” he held out a hand and they shook on it. F

Chapter One "That house looks good." "Shut up, Knob," Steve sighed. Bob Miles leaned back into the dirty leather seat on the second row of the SUV and shot a long wet raspberry toward Steve. "We're passing by a thousand houses and I don't see you picking one," said the curly haired boy in the back. Steve sighed and leaned against the passenger window as he stared out at another cluster of old homes on the side of the road. “He’s right,” he said to the girl driving. Emma gripped the wheel in two hands as she kept a close careful watch on the road, even though it was empty and they were the only car out. The only living thing they had seen since this morning was each other. “It’s not right,” she said through clenched teeth. She couldn’t explain why she felt that way. Maybe if she was pressed, she would say it was too close to the lakeside camp they ran away from in the dark. She could say it was too much l